“Hudson,” she breathes, writhing underneath me, my thumb rubbing circles around the hot core of her until she lets out a velvetymoan against my earlobe, biting down against me so hard I have to clench my fist to keep from coming undone right there.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice pleading. But I shake my head no. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie before dinner with my family and ex. I want to enjoy her far away from here, where we aren’t rushed, where I can savor her.
“Please,” she begs, with a pout on her lips. Bringing them to mine, I kiss her gently, moving to her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach, until I sink to my knees in front of her.
If I can’t fuck her yet, I can at least give her this.
“Are you sure?” she asks, as I pull her shorts down, slipping them off.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” I toss one leg over my shoulder, leaning in. She arches her back against the wall, her other hand digging into my hair, as I lick against the sensitive bud of her.
She breathes my name, keeping her voice low, and I take a moment to glance up at her. She’s so beautiful like this, undone and unencumbered. I can tell I found the perfect spot by the whimpered moan that escapes her lips. The sound is ethereal, akin to a nightingale’s song, and I’m determined to hear it again.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, letting my words tickle against the sensitive core of her. She writhes against me as I slip a finger inside her easily.
“Fuck,” she breathes, as I add another. I can tell she’s close by the way her breath quickens, her eyes close and she throws her head back, and I keep going until she unravels. And as soon as she comes down, I do it again.
25 Mira
“That was ...” I gasp while I try to process the orgasms that erupted throughout my nervous system.
“Everything,” he finishes, as he rests his head against me, and I’m well aware that his arms are the only thing keeping me from becoming a puddle on the ground. My muscles tremble and my skin tingles as Hudson crawls his way up my torso, kissing every part of me he passes.
My breath is erratic when I try to steady it, an impossible task now that he’s standing again, and I can feel the hard length of him, firm against my thigh. I’ve wanted him for ages, and now that he’s here, the taste of me on his lips, I can’t wait any longer.
“Take off your clothes,” I order, as Hudson lifts his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor.
I’ve already memorized my favorite pieces of him—the sword on his side and the mole below his collarbone—but I still want to explore more of him. To know him completely.
“All of them,” I command, my gaze lingering on the erection visible underneath his shorts.
He’s wild-eyed and ravenous at the suggestion as he slips them off. Even though I had an idea of what was hiding underneath there, seeing it in front of me is more than I expected.
“That’ll do,” I joke, pushing him on the bed just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Hudson says, before Vanessa’s voice pierces through the particleboard.
“Hudson, you need to open the door!”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his face flushed, and I’m sure I look twice as red when I see the door handle jiggle. As happy as I am that Vanessa and I have rekindled our friendship, this situation is messy, even for me.
“One sec,” Hudson says, standing to find his shorts.
“I’m trying to save you here,” Vanessa shouts, as I slip back on my clothes.
“Go ahead,” I say, motioning him to get the door.
“I might need a minute,” he replies, glancing down. His erection is clearly visible through his shorts. The disappointment of not being able to take advantage of that is not lost on me, but I have to focus on my current problem before I can tackle that one.
“Fuck it, I’m coming in,” Vanessa says, bursting through the door, a bent Sephora card in her hand.
“What the hell?” she asks. Her eyes dart between me and Hudson.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” I say to her, trying to figure out how to explain the situation without sounding like a lunatic.
“Really?” she replies, glancing towards Hudson, who is clutching a pillow over his crotch. “Because it looks like Hudson finally told you the truth about Katherine.”
I look back to Hudson for confirmation. “She knows?”
